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One of Killian’s eyebrows lifted slightly as his firm hand reached for Nael’s cock.
“It’s all red.”
“Aah!”
As Killian teasingly tugged at the sensitive tip, as if waiting for this very moment, a thick, cloudy release splattered into the air.
Overcome with the pleasure of release, Nael’s cock eagerly spilled the pungent liquid in long, drawn-out spurts.
“Haa…”
Killian lightly caught the body that was about to collapse from the lingering aftershocks of release.
Nael’s body trembled slightly, still unable to escape the remnants of pleasure.
From the tip of his slightly swollen shaft—punished and overstimulated—thick drops of semen dripped onto the plush carpet below, staining it.
“I’m sorry. I… I’ll take it again. I’ll take ten more.”
Killian’s body radiated heat.
Though only his arms were bare from the elbows down, even that fleeting warmth was enough to captivate.
Being held in his broad embrace felt inexplicably comforting.
He couldn’t grasp the nature of the emotions surging within him.
“You did well.”
Even though the number had fallen short, Killian stroked Nael’s hair.
Nael wanted nothing more than to please him—he loved everything Killian gave and never wanted to fall short of his expectations.
Even after hearing the words signaling the end, Nael stubbornly forced his trembling legs into position, like a newborn fawn struggling to stand.
“Master? Ah!”
Before he could process it, Nael was suddenly lifted into the air.
Startled, he let out a yelp.
Killian strode toward the rocking chair and set him down.
Innocent, unknowing eyes gazed up at him.
“Mmngh… Master, how long are you going to…?”
His wrists were bound to the armrests of the chair, and his legs were bent at the knees, ankles secured in place.
A blindfold covered his eyes, plunging his world into complete darkness, forcing every sense to focus solely on touch.
The artificial phallus buried inside him felt as if it might slip out, yet it remained firmly in place.
Moreover, each time Killian idly nudged the base of the rocking chair with his foot, the toy pressed in deeper before retreating again.
The motion dragged along his inner walls, pushing and pulling, sending him reeling with every movement.
A tingling sensation spread through him, coupled with the persistent prodding against his most sensitive spots, making him involuntarily clench around it.
“Ahngh…!”
“You didn’t get your punishment, so we have to make up for it another way.”
“Th-That may be true, but this is just too… t-too embarrassing…”
All the intimacy Nael had shared with Killian so far had consisted of nothing more than taking in his massive cock and enduring the relentless pounding of his hips.
Now, however, it was the shame-stained climax that tormented Nael.
Even if Nael couldn’t see it, Killian was smiling—calm and unruffled.
Watching Nael break like this filled him with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.
The justification was clear.
Nael hadn’t realized it yet, but he was undoubtedly being tamed, gradually adapting to the arousal that came with being conquered.
Killian had no qualms about pushing him further, testing his limits without hesitation.
He held the leash of his delicate little pet in an unyielding grip.
Of course, he used his sister as an excuse, but in the end, he intended to bind Nael completely, to tighten the noose around him until even that pure heart belonged to him.
The finely crafted rocking chair swayed in silence.
Every time his cock speared deep, Nael let out a lewd moan.
His ass, slick with fragrant oil, was thoroughly drenched, and with each thrust, his flushed hole quivered, forming tiny bubbles of slickness.
The hole, greedily sucking him in, twitched in uncontrollable arousal.
“Ah… M-Master… ngh… haah! Ahh…!”
“Seeing you get hard even when it’s not mine… You really are shameless. Any cock will do as long as it fills you up, huh?”
At the low click of a tongue, Nael shook his head desperately.
“No, that’s not— Ah! P-please, stop shaking me. Nngh… No, please.”
“Can you really say that’s true?”
A clear liquid dripped down from his cock, standing straight as if it could touch his navel.
There was so much of it that even his balls—like two oversized candies—were wet and glistening.
When Killian flicked the shaft with the back of his hand, the lewd sound mixed with Nael’s sobs.
Bound and immobilized, there was little he could do.
He could only shake his head, cry, and plead.
His vision swam with dizziness, but he didn’t stop shaking.
Killian’s mocking words pierced straight through his heart.
Nael’s mouth felt dry as if parched.
“You’re spilling from both ends, and yet you still lie. What did I say would happen if you lied?”
“Ah— I swear, I’m not… Hhic. I’m not lying.”
“Your hole is sucking my cock in like candy, desperate to swallow every bit of it. How should I punish such a naughty little mouth?”
“Nnngh… Hhck.”
Killian’s decisions were always right.
Nael sniffled but no longer protested.
Soon, as if resigned, he lowered his head.
Killian held Nael’s greatest weakness in his hands.
It was he who had pulled Nael out, even as he struggled to escape.
Those transparent eyes, laid bare to the very depths, had come to see him as a savior.
And now, the satisfying result of his efforts was right before his eyes.
The lower part of Nael’s blindfold was damp with tears.
When Killian gently removed it, delicate eyelashes, squinting from the sudden brightness, slowly lifted.
As he softly stroked Nael’s tear-streaked, sweat-drenched face, Nael glanced down at Killian’s leg resting on the rocking chair with a look of quiet resentment.
His flushed cheeks twitched as he tried to hold back his sobs.
“I—I, hic… Master, I wasn’t thinking of that. It just… happened.”
“You’re just naturally lewd. It’s fine. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Uuh… Hngh.”
Nael’s entire body glistened with sweat.
The dim moonlight streaming in cast a soft glow over him.
Bound and utterly ravaged, he was laid bare before Killian, who silently took in the sight.
A shuddering moan slipped from Nael’s lips as he writhed under the relentless thrusts, his body burning with feverish intensity.
“Ah… Hng… Ugh…”
The slender yet long cock pressed and rubbed against the deepest spot inside Nael’s walls.
He tried to move his hips to escape, but with his limbs bound, it was impossible.
Trapped in the slowly rocking chair, he gasped, warm breaths spilling through his parted lips.
Drowning in unbearable pleasure, he writhed helplessly, desperately seeking Killian.
“Ah! M-Master…! Ngh—!”
A thick, milky release spilled repeatedly from the tight slit.
As the last waves of pleasure faded, Nael gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling heavily in exhaustion.
The hiccupping sobs had stopped, replaced by a deep lethargy that left his body limp.
His dazed eyes lingered vacantly in the air.
Kilian gently stroked Nael’s golden hair, his voice low and soothing as he murmured a quiet praise.
“You did well, Nael.”
Kilian removed the toy slowly from Nael’s hole.
“Ah…!”
A nasal moan escaped his parted lips, still dazed and unfocused.
The toy, slick with Nael’s fluids, slipped out and dropped onto the carpet with a dull thud.
His stretched hole twitched, still open enough to take in a finger with ease.
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